Fiction

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Short Stories

jasonwhitaker29171 · July 1, 2019 · Fiction, writing · #boyfriend, #cock, #comedy, #depression, #drama, #emotions, #fantasy, #gaysex, #GayWriter, #hate, #identity, #images, #LGBT, #LGBTWriter, #love, #lover, #masturbation, #music, #past, #sex, #ShortStory, #story, #Summer, #West Columbia, #words, #writer, #YA, #YAfiction, Fiction

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Into the Woods

jasonwhitaker29171 · June 29, 2019 · Fiction, writing · #boyfriend, #fantasy, #GayWriter, #LGBT, #LGBTWriter, #love, #lover, #sex, #ShortStory, #SouthCarolina, #story, #West Columbia, #words, #writer, #YAfiction, Fiction

The embers of the fire glow as if alive. The fire is almost dead. Smoke rises in a few places. I sit on a log nearby watching. It’s late in the evening and I’m here alone watching a fire die out.

The rest of the troop is elsewhere.

Earlier in the night we scattered through the trees hiding as other seeked. I walked slowly through the woods trying to avoid the random branch. I can smell the scents of camping. The smell of trees and the smell of nearby camp fires.

I begin to hide by myself when he appeared…

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Once Upon a Memory

jasonwhitaker29171 · June 27, 2019 · Fiction, writing · #boyfriend, #fantasy, #gaysex, #GayWriter, #identity, #LGBT, #LGBTWriter, #love, #lover, #sex, #ShortStory, #SouthCarolina, #West Columbia, #words, #writer, #YA, #YAfiction, Fiction

When I close my eyes I remember the beginning. The scars remain but so do the memories. I’m told that things will get better but memories are not as easy to heal.

The lights are off in his house. I can hear the rest of his family asleep throughout the house. I’m sleeping on the floor in a sleeping bag. It feels like I’m camping.

He’s in his bed. I’m on the floor next to his bed. I wonder if he’s asleep but I’m unwilling to sit up and look. It’s a quiet night. The absence of extraneous sounds only amplifies the relevant sounds.

Shall I name him? A person from memory? Is this memory what actually happened or a fictionalized version that my brain has created?

I don’t know what time it is. He moves in his bed. I hear him because I’ve been listening in anticipation of hearing him move, which means that he could be awake. I’ve waited for this moment. The first time could have been one of those once in a lifetime moments.

I close my eyes because it’s like a scary movie where you want to know what happens next but you’re afraid to see it actually take place. I close my eyes tightly.

I feel his breath upon my neck. His mouth is so close to my neck that I can feel the warmth of his breath…

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Where We Once Walked…

jasonwhitaker29171 · June 18, 2019 · Fiction, writing · #depression, #drama, #emotions, #gaysex, #GayWriter, #LGBT, #LGBTWriter, #LosAngeles, #love, #sex, #SouthCarolina, #words, #writer, Fiction

The bus moves slowly through the town that I once called home. I’ve been sleeping since I left the place I was but now here I am uncertain of what’s next. I could say that moving back here was a part of a greater plan but when have I ever planned anything?

The trees where I once ran between remain. The park still as green as when I was here once so many years ago.

I remember that last night spent here with him. We were in love but my life called me away.

The bus stops and for a moment I consider remaining on the bus. I could go to another town. I could live the rest of my life without returning here…

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